Best Unilateral Poems
"Love’s Will"
If we could just
get over ourselves
turn the light
inside out
from dark man
see the beauty
in all,
save all;
creatures,
great and small;
those,
that to each
Other
are different
and invisible;
get over our
competitive
warring, sick
unilateral demands,
our tainted will
saturated by
the underbelly
of hell’s grime;
then,
perhaps
LOVE
could attain
Its grand plan
perhaps
perhaps
perhaps
LOVE
will reveal
without interruption
to secure each
the Other's,
full attention span
voluntarily
without
intervention,
Its testament,
Its winning
finale,
Its full hand.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
An example of unilateral symbiosis
would be parasitism such as any mycosis.
Within you could live a bacterium or virus.
To me, it is beneficial. To you, dangerous.
The form could also be manifest within a cyst.
I shall dominate no matter how much you resist.
My descendents shall multiply so prodigiously.
They shall consume all your resources liberally.
Medicine will keep making moves seeming quixotic.
They affect your body and mind with a narcotic.
All the end results will prove themselves to be tragic.
A "panacea", also called a "magic bullet",
will always be ineffective each time you try it.
As I nestle within your internal dominions,
I become the central topic of your opinions.
No matter how much anyone will atone and pray,
I and my subjects will control more of you each day.
We are here to stay, and we will never go away.
Our stand is unyielding. No matter how much you try,
the dominance in you continues until you die.
Impregnable fortress, my mother's womb,
Beyond all evil reach, no one can intrude,
Bundled with joy, I rocked and rolled !
Little to my conscious , did I know of the plot,
To kill me inside, even before my birth,
Just because they knew that I was a girl !
Small family norm, families you design,
Male dominance, a unilateral align,
Do you think female foeticide is no crime ?
Although I am no threat to a man's being,
Doused my ambitions, catered to his fragile ego,
Suppressed my desires, closed my thoughts !
I covered myself as if guilty of being a female,
Transformed myself into an art that fascinates,
Yet reave me of my right of being born ?
I will now equate myself, my dear mother,
Let me once breathe in the same air,
Tears in eyes, heavy heart, a muffled cry,
I will expand your world, procreator I am !!
Written on 18/5/14
' on menace of female foeticide prevalent in society'
.....Trump and May meet in United Kingdom
exchanging extreme knowledge and wisdom
we have a ..........nasty feeling
about some.......dodgy dealing
..........................Just unilateral nationalism.
I thought black and white
Is the history of gunpowder
Exhausted along border points
To restore fragile peace
To ease unilateral justice
And the rule of lore
They say black and white
Is justice meted legally out
By oppressor to the hapless
Vanquished in hot pursuit
Of a beautifully loathed
Sensual normalcy.
Some think black and white
Is the lecture of a dimly lit Europe
To desperate continent in the dark
To nay set ablaze their houses
So as to keep away crafted darkness
Of black bull mounting female white.
Indeed black and white in reality
Is the presentation of coveted peace prize
To the makers of atomic bombs dropped
To decimate populated rural countrysides
Just to terminate disastrous nuclear
War fought on political fronts.
He’s tired of himself sometimes,
tired of always being him,
thinking his thoughts,
feeling as he always does,
negotiating with his desires.
Inherently selfish, he’s nonetheless
not quite dull enough
to constantly overdose on himself
without feeling claustrophobic.
Boredom makes him curious
about the still-unexplored mysteries that lie
just on the other side of his own skin,
beyond the confines of his
unilateral relationship with the world.
He wants to stop his ears to the
lonely, masturbatory soliloquy in his head,
make an opening foray into otherness,
wade into emotions not his own,
thus, unawares, taking the
first faltering step
towards an understanding
greater than himself.
He’s tired of himself sometimes,
and, with any luck,
he may yet find a capacity for love.
Burning man syndrome diagnosed quite rare
A life drowned by a sea of intense pain
Without warning walking unable to bear
Red ink covering soles with red-hot coals
Yesterday's dreams cremated with goals
Specialist to specialist to Mayo...
Praying for strength and miracle repair
August 22 2018
Rhyme Time 6 - Verses of Metaphors Contest
By Laura Loo
Red Ink
Rhyme ABACCDA
Second Place
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Spawning a precipice; you switched us off; no good reason
On second thought; no one should take credit or defame,
Unilateral is the only fair way to equally explain
Lackluster would be the sadness of this refrain;
Lamentable was what it left me with; or perhaps disdain,
Envisaging; happy with me; I was too eager to frame,
Sadly, it's overwhelmingly done, all the same
Subverted; a section of our time, was once called a season
If a statement is True,
such as
I am WhiteMale,
then the oppositional statement
I am BlackFeMale
is False
which enjoys equivalent truth value with
I am NotBlack/NotFemale,
and I am WhiteMale
back where we started,
more obvious rather than less obscure.
But, if a statement is Not(Not True)
and NotFalse,
could it also be Not(Not False)?
Imagine,
if you dare,
you are a browngrey-scaled transgender person,
vulnerable to many bipolar lack of boundary issues,
with a troubling tendency to camouflage your ambiguous identity,
rather like that damned cat in a box,
half alive and yet also half dead.
Being a wise politician,
when you are with the White Republican Males,
you send messages persuading them to see you as
"I too am a WhiteMale"
no awkward discussions needed, really.
And, when you decide to go to the other side
of your parallel tracks,
hanging with the Black Democratic EcoFeminists,
they invite you to now become one with their village
"I am a Feminist of Full Rainbow/BrownGreyScale Color"
Is it notnot true
yet also notnot false
that this White kinda conservative Male
could also become a more liberated Black Democratic SheMale?
And yet this seems like double-bound co-information
not accessible
from a unilateral,
as contrasted with a bilateral,
view of all accessible identities of this nomial statement
as either not true
or not false,
such that
our TransGender Person of PolyCulturing Intent and Capacity
is also both not entirely truly alive
and not entirely falsely dead,
when reconsidered,
bicamerally dipolar reconnected,
sometimes more BothAnd full-color brown-octave recessive
and sometimes less EitherOr greyscaled calculating dominant,
and occasionally all the fractal-regenerative WinWin above.
END, Truth, Pain, Life
The beauty in the death of life lies in the life of death.
I sigh in my mortal flesh
Of my mortal thoughts and ask
Should I remind you of your true nature
and your pursuit of final free freedom?
Or your unilateral universe burdened with unending pursuits and endless marathons?
I lost the battle in the East before the West
In these tattered, splintered, useless shreds of crown diamonds
Soaked in the eternal muddy pool veiled with ignorance
I have from my graves will learn
Love, Live, Ask, Think
Suffer, Persevere, Listen, Learn
While wailing waves woven with worry of
SAMSARA
I will dodge raindrops before they pour
And challenge myself to a duel with a mirror
Breath, Move, Grave, BEGIN!
System integrity can grow more deeply resonant
only as diversity grows more widely interdependent.
Diversely rich integrity
longs to universally emerge
unitarian yin-inclusive
and not uniformly yang-dominant,
exclusive
privileged
supremely kleptocratic.
An economic and ecological reason
Win/Lose capital wealth-accumulation values
trend toward historically WesternWhite male racist privileged mono-structures
is because we do not, instead,
cooperatively co-invest time
and energy
and capital
in diversely interdependent integrity;
reconnecting universal yang wealth values
with unitarian interdependent health-norms.
So, anti-racist multicultural ecosystems
are those fully invested
in pro-active historical culture-deepening
and diversely widening
integrity
rather than defensive monocultural rabidity.
Racial justice seeks creolizing metamorphosis,
and not colonizing unilateral supremacy,
as does environmental justice.
Both are health-trending
when cooperatively restoring therapeutic EarthJustice
with pulling together Win/Win integrity,
and not Win/Lose pushed apart disintegration
of bio-
and ego-
and eco-
and geo-systemic diversity.
How interesting is a boing boing boing when compared to a bang bang bang. It is only when a comparison is made that a garrison can then be formed using over fifty z shapes piled in a unilateral formation. How great! The sharp angles of a z. But they must be even. This is imperative. And please do not measure with a sugar cube as they are too crumbly. Instead use a stale crust of bread. But a square shape please. Ok then. Shape of a sharp nosed plane. It is a notion of a nothing that a nothing becomes a nonsense. And mooing at monuments is neither a moment moving nor a moving male muffin. Ha a beef stew is arriving at the castle gates on a wild stallion waving a dumpling at the guards. Ha a fish is running in lovely new trainers. Xxxxx archaeometallurgists z z z z z at two pin heads to ten charts chatting. Z
What lies waiting
at the end of a self-made
independently empowered
self-invested
"pulled my own economic-political bootstraps"
life?
A unilateral
linear life,
like any persistent journey,
requires a destination
for returning in the opposite direction
In this lifeline
ego traversing eco-systemic destiny,
from regenerative forward
autonomous brighting light
to degenerating backward
interdependent dissembling
lack of remaining fight.
What happens
at the end of an emergent spiral,
rainbow,
expanding circle,
oval,
deepening square
and swelling out reverse-triangular power frame,
irregular and mysterious polygon,
other than a renewed beginning
into further rooted integrity,
shadowing memory of where we have been
together before
Another potential re-cycling
possible re-purposing
probable re-connecting
re-ligioning spiritual dusk
reaccumulating natural dawn.
Aye pride myself
being sui generis
verb hose subject for a zoologist,
cuz webbed phalanges
branch handsomely
from mine feet and wrist,
where perforce great expectations,
asper the next greatest (I SCREAM)
scoop of the month intimated,
conducted under top secret
controlled laboratory conditions
with yours truly (as the de facto
par excellence)
rodent named "Oliver twist"
Lady Dedlock key ping
watchful eye within bleak house,
while Thomas Gradgrind
feigns tubby bad company
during these hard times
temporarily all quietest
lull on the western front
since Donald Trump
detente foretold by a palmist,
whereby said President
of the United States
feeling as an optimist
met with Kim Jong-un,
(cautiously side stepping morass,
viz hit blind side dare devil hoodwinking,
via awe shucks faux bully)
suspending noninterventionist
impact unexpectedly witnessed leader
of North Korea as multilateralist
on historic June 12, 2018,
summit minus linguist,
where fist pumping in Singapore
for unilateral negotiations
offloading nationalism
weighing down
figurative chest i.e. kist
by resplendent sun, where ma lounge
sotto voce, somber solemnly
sober ensemble re: joist
uniting this stately isolationist,
whose approximate
ten stone heft easy to hoist
merely sustains purposelessness
this poem without a gist
hence if Yukon spare one
(or more cruxes) lemme be fist
in line, though first, aye
would need to convince thee
this scribe doth exist!
gauntlet of mirrors transparency personified
transparency personified when the curtain falls
in an arena of quick sand and impromptu judgement
the stage was well set though actually
it presented itself as rather empty
epic theatre art form at its vacant best
I placed himself at the very manifest epicentre
of concealed and subconscious intentions
would I shed the gauntlet despite sharp sordid shards
sharing poetry soul-stripping and nakedly honest
Freud would think of an electrifying Egopuss complex
Jung’s shadow play might reveal phallic saints on display
until of course Nietzsche found God in Mary Magdalene
a marriage apocalyptically consummated in Dante’s inferno
with four horsemen in G-strings frottageing lust and desire
no contest is real unless the audience may be allowed
to pervert justice or shed more than hypocritical applause
constructive critique does not forbid foul language nor rage
at times I felt deprived when my poetry in the soup’s cauldron
merely attracted kind comments or however heartfelt approval
when I put myself into the lioness’ den I expect to be ravaged
ravaged displaced exposed devoured and put to the stake
a wizard needs fire because talent and flair have to be moulded
publishing poetry is an interaction between consenting partners
otherwise it risks to become pantomime or unilateral megalomania
mirror mirror on the wall am I not the best screwball of them all
where is the podium what is my prize accolade and quilled line squall
a masked persona falls short of the truth and I am the court jester
expect my bells and whistles to jingle as tools for the eloquent fool
tomtoolery when Machiavelli meets de Beauvoir in the boudoir
oh crystal ball kaleidoscope gemstone alchemy of soul and mind
nights in white satin and shining armour pain pleasure and words
words that cannot express my conflict when the prism is smudged
footnotes:
Egopuss complex refers to Oedipus’ gender neutrality, although it could be
viewed as a misspelling for the purulent excretions of Self on autopilot
tomtoolery are male tools of trade and craft, but could I not be the feminine
version